Erasing The Past

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Philosophers have long considered the nature of humanity and whether humans are ultimately good or evil.  Some of the great thinkers of our time champion humanity, the good qualities in people, and have a positive outlook on life, despite the negativity and sin in the world.  Others have a negative view of humanity and its effect on the world, believing that the world’s evil far outweighs its good.  Regardless of the viewpoint, most works that consider the broad nature of humanity also want to consider whether or not humanity is good or bad and act as arguments for or against other points of view.

It's a dangerous over-simplification to believe that some people are innately ‘good’ while others are innately ‘evil’ or ‘bad.’  Even for someone such as Kimberly Williams, the identical twin sister of The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling Marie Annabelle Jones.  Human nature is infinitely more complex than this.

‘Evil’ people are those who are unable to empathize with others. As a result, their own needs and desires are of paramount importance. They are selfish, self-absorbed and narcissistic. In fact, other people only have value for them to the extent that they can help them satisfy their own desires, or to which they can exploit them. This applies to dictators like Stalin and Hitler, and to serial killers and rapists.

How does all of this apply to Kimberly Williams?  Kimberly is considered to be the shadow-self of Marie Jones.  Kimberly is the dark to Marie’s light.  Kimberly is the one who has exhibited far more sociopathic and psychotic tendencies than Marie ever will.  While she may not exactly be the most popular of individuals right now, most still consider Marie to be sane while Kimberly is considered to be mentally unstable at best.

How did these identical twins come to have completely different personalities?  It all boils down to one individual: Emma Storm.

At the time of their birth, Marie and Kimberly were separated.  Marie ended up raised by their biological mother Angelica Jones but Kimberly ended up being raised by Emma Storm, whose sanity many question to this day.  Emma chose to keep Kimberly isolated from the rest of the world.  She never let her go outside or interact with other children as she grew up.  All this time, Emma kept filling her head with lies, lies about how the Jones family were actively trying to destroy her and her family.

It made sense to young Kimberly, especially when she learned that her father was killed by Angelica Jones.  And so, at the age of eighteen, when Kimberly was legally an adult and Emma could no longer keep her by force, Kimberly left the shack where she was raised by Emma and sought out to get her revenge against the Jones family.

Emma was laughing maniacally the entire time, thinking that Kimberly would be the one to end the Jones family.   Emma wanted the revenge more than Kimberly and to watch Angelica get destroyed, even killed, by her own daughter would be sweet revenge for Emma.

The plan backfired on Emma; for while she was out seeking her revenge, making plans, and plotting, Kimberly slowly but surely began to learn the truth about who she was and where she came from.  She even made peace with Marie Jones and their biological mother Angelica Jones.

But there would be no peace for Emma, the woman who had lied to Kimberly all of her life.  Kimberly wanted to make her pay and for Kimberly there was only one way to truly make her pay.

This is what brings Kimberly out to what would be considered the edge of the middle of nowhere deep in the forests of Massachusetts.  Kimberly prefers smaller cars but to make this trip she has driven a truck and it is pulled just off the dirt road.  She is standing outside the truck staring at a familiar sight: the shack, the cabin where Emma raised her.

“You definitely let the place go…mom…”

The last word drips with sarcasm as she remembers how Emma manipulated her into believing her lies for so long.  The rest of it is true as well, for it is painfully clear just from the outside that this shack is in terrible disrepair.  Kimberly recalls as a child living in this cabin.  It was far more luxurious than what you’d expect for a cabin, but then again, Emma preferred as much luxury as humanly possible.  She wanted the best available of everything.  She would settle for nothing less than the gold standard.

Therein lies one way Kimberly managed to get a small bit of revenge against her already.  Emma made the mistake of trusting Kimberly and so she allowed Kimberly’s name to be on all of her bank accounts, that way everything Emma owned would go to Kimberly in the event of her death.  What Emma didn’t count on was Kimberly becoming just as sociopathic as Emma was.

If not worse.

It’s the nature versus nurture theory.  According to nature, Kimberly should’ve turned out exactly as prim and proper as Marie.  Emma, a subscriber to nature theory, believed Kimberly, like her twin, was trustworthy...or gullible, as Emma truly believe them both to be.  The nurture theory holds that genetic influence over abstract traits may exist; however, the environmental factors are the real origins of our behavior. This includes the use of conditioning in order to induce a new behavior to a child, or alter an unlikely behavior being shown by the child.  Emma, a sociopath in her own right, raised Kimberly in isolation from other children for eighteen years.  It should be no surprise that Kimberly herself would become a sociopath as well.

Shortly after learning of Emma’s lies and manipulation, Kimberly used her access to Emma’s bank accounts to clean her dry.  Taking away her luxury was just part of the torture she wanted to inflict.  Living for years like a pauper is truly torture for someone like Emma.

But now Kimberly is ready to put the icing on the cake.  She is ready to complete her revenge.

Kimberly laughs as she makes her way to the front door.

“Oh mother!  I’m home!”

She kicks in the front door and it easily falls off its hinges, hitting the floor.  Clearly this cabin is damn near ready to fall in.  It might even be unsafe for Kimberly to be here.  But Kimberly doesn’t really care at this point.  She just wants one thing…or rather, one person…

“Emma!  Come out and plaaaaaaay!”

Kimberly scans the room.  It’s empty, completely bare.  An angry glare crosses her face and a growl escapes her lips.

“You insufferable whore!  Get out here and face me!”

Kimberly walks into the bedroom.  She looks around and it, too is, stripped nearly bare.  There is, however, one object remaining; it sits upon the nightstand by the mattress.  The object is an urn.  The smile that now forms on Kimberly’s face suggests that she knows exactly whose ashes they are.

“Daddy!”

She skips over to the nightstand and quickly picks up the ashes.  She takes the top off of the urn and quickly spins around in circles hurling the ashes everywhere.

“Weeeeee!  Daddy goes bye-bye!”

Once the urn is empty, Kimberly stops spinning and casts it aside.  She smirks knowingly.

“Goodbye, daddy, you weak piece of shit.  Now I know you can’t hear me, because you’re dead, gone, and in the ground, rotting away, being eaten by worms.  At least there you’re serving some purpose.  But I wanted to let you know that I’m off to find that whore of a girlfriend you cheated on mom with…”

She bends down on her knees, getting her face to the ground against some of the fallen ashes.

“…you remember that whore of a girlfriend who kidnapped me at birth and all through my life as she raised me she not only lied to me but she also fucked with my head?  Yeah, Emma!”

Kimberly hops up to her feet and laughs nastily.

“She wanted to turn me into a weapon against my own family.  Well I’m going track the bitch down and show her what a good job she did in turning me into a dangerous weapon of destruction!”

She bends down and takes some of the ashes on her hand.  She sticks out her tongue and licks some of the ashes into her mouth.

“I thought she’d be here, but don’t worry daddy, because there is someone who may know where she is…”

She begins to speak in a sing-song voice.

“…and I know who that is!  HA! HA! HA!”

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Kimberly Williams was trained to be a weapon against the Jones family.  She was trained by Emma Storm to be a lethal weapon of deadly precision.  But those skills rarely were put to use.  She did follow the Jones family into the wrestling industry, turning pro at age eighteen but not with any goals of greatness or superstardom. Her goal, simply put, was to make life hard on Marie and Angelica.  But championships did, in fact, come through this process.  Among those championships that she won was the Heavyweight Championship in a GDW development league known as Southeastern Wrestling Conference.  Those who watched her compete learned that her expertise was in technical wrestling.  It was an art form in the way she picked apart her opponents little by little, piece by piece, as she went about winning her matches.  But never before did she anticipate ever becoming a full time, active wrestler.

Granted, that was when she was expected to just be a weapon against the Jones family.  Now, though, it appears as if she has a chance to truly follow in her family’s footsteps thanks in large part to the #GingerHoax masterminded by her identical twin Marie Annabelle Jones.  Marie has allowed Kimberly the opportunity to defend the UWA World Tag Team Championship with Sophie James while Marie pursues a singles career, specifically pursuing the UWA World Championship.

Being a world champion is not even on Kimberly’s radar; at least not yet.  Right now she’s just enjoying the opportunity she has to be a full time competitor, competing and winning for herself and not for someone else’s petty quest for revenge.  Opportunities are finally opening up for her, opportunities to show the world what she can do and how dangerous she truly is.

One such opportunity will be The Icon Memorial Tournament.  A thirty-two person tournament contested over the course of three nights to honor the life and memory of the late Orlando Cruze, a former world champion and wrestling legend.  Kimberly has volunteered herself for this tournament.  The winner will receive $500,000, a BMW, and even a World Title shot, but none of that is important to Kim…

…no, not even the title shot.

Kimberly wants to just show the world exactly what she is capable of.  She wants to show the world that she isn’t just Marie’s twin sister; she is her own person, and a very dangerous person at that.  UWA will respect her, UWA will fear her.

And yet, The Icon Memorial Tournament isn’t the only thing on the mind of Kimberly Williams.  She still has something else on her mind; namely tracking down the woman who raised her up until the age of eighteen…

…Emma Storm.

Kimberly went to the old cabin where Emma kept her isolated from the rest of society for those eighteen years but found it was abandoned.  Emma is not dumb.  She knows that the woman she once considered her daughter is trying to find her to do unthinkable things to her.  Emma has gone into hiding. It’s just a matter of finding out where she is, and Kimberly knows of one individual who just might know where to find Emma…

…Angelica Jones.

Angelica Jones is normally an upscale woman who likes the finer things in life.  So it may come as a surprise to find her in a run down, dirty dive of a bar like the one we find her in right now on the edge of Boston, Massachusetts, wearing a knee length black leather skirt, black high heeled pumps, and a long sleeved crimson sweater.  She sits at the bar with an empty shot glass of an unknown alcoholic beverage sitting in front of her.

Normally she wouldn’t be here at this particular bar.  It definitely is too low class for her.  But was asked by her daughter Kimberly to meet her there.  And considering how the two only recently reconciled, Angelica does not want to risk squandering this relationship.

Angelica pounds her fist on the bar to get the attention of the bartender, a rough looking bearded individual whose body is littered with tattoos, but otherwise is clothed in all black.  He approaches Jones and grunts.

“More.”

Angelica slides the empty shot glass towards the bartender.  The bartender looks down at the empty shot glass and snickers.

“Right away.”

The bartender takes the shot glass and turns his back to Angelica as he goes to his alcohol bottles to refill her drink.  In a short period of time the bartender turns around and places the shot glass, now full of the alcohol, back down in front of Angelica.

“Enjoy, ma’am.”

“Yeah…thanks…”

She is about to take a sip of her drink when a voice calls out to her…

“Mommy!”

Jones can hear someone calling out her name.  She turns her head in the direction of the voice to find the aforementioned Kimberly Williams approaching, waving happily.  Kimberly is wearing black denim jeans, black boots, and a black tank-top underneath a black leather jacket.  Kimberly hops up on a bar stool next to Angelica.  A wry grin is etched across her face.

“I am soooooo glad you lowered your standards enough to meet me at my faaaavorite dive!”

Angelica rolls her eyes.

“Lowered my standards, Kim?”

“Yeah, everyone knows you’re an upper-crust high-class sorta woman.  You know, the exact opposite of me!”

Angelica shakes her head.

“I’m not that upper-class.”

“Yeah you are.  You’re just not as snobby as Emma.”

Kimberly snickers knowingly.  She looks towards the bartender.

“Bartender!  Yo’, Bob!  Gimme whatever my mom has!”

He grunts and walks over to fill the order.  Kimberly then turns to face her mom again.

“It’s funny, as snobbish as Emma was, and considering she did raise me until the age of eighteen, you would’ve expected that I might turn out to be as high class as her.  You could say that argues the nature aspect of the nature versus nurture argument.”

She points at Angelica.

“But then again, you were very high class yourself.  So based upon the nature theory I should still be a very snobby individual.  It doesn’t make sense, does it mom?”

The bartender returns with Kim’s drink.  Kim immediately starts to sip.  Angelica isn’t quite sure where her daughter is going with this.  She just shrugs her shoulders.

“I guess it doesn’t.”

“I figure I get it from daddy.  Daddy was the only person Emma let me have any contact with growing up.”

Kimberly sighs.

“I never made a connection, a serious bond, with anyone except Emma…and daddy.  It’s no wonder that I freaked out and wanted to destroy you and Marie when I learned how you killed him.”

“Kimberly, if it’s about that event then believe me, I’m…”

Kimberly holds up her hand to silence her mother.

“No, don’t apologize.  Daddy is dead and good riddance as far as I am concerned.  He was weak.  It’s the theory of evolution; the weak deserve to die.  He was weak.  He died.  Nothing more needs to be said.”

The look in her daughter’s eyes sends shivers down Angelica’s spine, and yet she still doesn’t know what this is all about.  She’s almost afraid to ask.

“Emma, on the other hand, she…”

Kim’s voice trails off.  Angelica reaches out with her hand and grasps her daughter’s hands tightly.

“Emma was disturbed Kim.  And she did a lot of terrible things to you and to our family.  But as disturbed as she may be, and as much as I may hate her for what she did to me, I do believe that deep down inside she cared about you.”

Kim chuckles lightly.

“Hard to imagine, but maybe you’re right. Who knows?  What I do know for sure is that Emma was not weak.  She was a brilliant and cunning master strategist.  I am the woman I am today thanks to her.  Emma just made a few careless mistakes here and there.”

Kim smirks.

“And that’s where she and I are different.  I never make mistakes.”

Angelica is now the one smirking, despite the odd if not somewhat sociopathic talk from her daughter.

“That’s a mistake right there.”

“Huh?”

“Thinking you’ll never make a mistake…THAT is a mistake.  I made that mistake many times in my life, Kim.  Emma made mistakes and so did I.”

Kimberly sighs and nods her head.

“You’re right, of course.”

Kimberly quickly downs the rest of her drink in a big gulp and shoves the empty glass across the bar.  She looks at Angelica with a somewhat saddened look on her face.

“It’s been several years since I saw Emma.”

“I know.”

“You’re right, she did terrible things to me…to all of us…but she did take care of me, she raised me, and you know, maybe she does care about me.”

Tears form in Kim’s eyes.

“I was so proud of you when you were able to forgive that man who murdered grandma Kelly Jones.  I would love to do the same with the woman who for eighteen years had been my mother but…”

She shakes her head.

“…I just don’t think that’ll happen.  I can’t find her.”

Angelica looks at her daughter, who is bowing her head sadly.  Angelica runs a hand through Kim’s long red hair.

“I think I can help with that.”

Kimberly looks up, suddenly hopeful.

“You can help?  Really?”

Angelica nods her head.

“I’m not the only one trying to reform myself. Emma has been trying to reform as well, or at least that’s what Sister Maria is telling me.”

“Maria?  That crazy nun chick you like to talk to?”

Angelica sighs.

“Yes, the crazy nun chick.  Emma is currently homeless and afraid, afraid of something or someone but she won’t tell Sister Maria what that is.  But Sister Maria is allowing her to stay with her in hiding.  Sanctuary, if you will.”

“Have you been to see Emma?”

Angelica shakes her head.

“No, I haven’t.  Maybe I’m not a good person but I just can’t bring myself to forgive her yet.  Hopefully someday I will.”

Kimberly grins.  She leans over and kisses her mom on the cheek.

“What…what was that for?”

“That was my way of showing you appreciation, appreciation for everything you’ve done for me.  I love you, mommy!”

Angelica nods her head and smiles.

“Uh, yeah…I love you too, Kim.”

Kim may be smiling pleasantly and warmly like a good little girl, but it’s merely a mask hiding her true feelings.  Deep down inside she’s plotting her next move.  Now she knows where to find Emma and that means things will get really good…

…for Kimberly at least.  But things will get really bad for Emma Storm.

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The darkness in Boston, Massachusetts is pierced only by the bright light of the moon as well as the various street lamps shining down on the sidewalks.  Being out at night is uncomfortable for Emma Storm, especially when she’s in hiding from Kimberly Williams, a woman she once regarded as her daughter.  It is eerily still and quiet in this grassy field in Boston, Massachusetts.  The only illumination comes from the big bright moon shining overhead.  Emma is walking through this park onto this grassy knoll, wearing a pair of denim jeans, black boots, and a white t-shirt.  Her platinum blonde hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.

It is beautiful out here; she cannot deny it.  Still, she hates being out here considering the danger that she knows is out there.  She’d rather stay indoors until such a time as Sister Maria could find her a new place of her own, a better place, where she could be safe.

Emma is willing to take this risk, because she received a text message from Sister Maria telling her to meet her out here.  Supposedly she has found her a new place to live.  It’s what Emma has wanted more than anything else.  She hates having to live off of anyone else, including Sister Maria.  Being able to sustain herself is what she wants more than anything else.  She just wants to have her safety assured while she does it.

“Maria!  Sister Maria!”

Emma growls angrily and impatiently.

“Sister Maria, where the hell are you?!”

Laughter is heard from the bushes next to her.  Emma turns to face the bushes.

“Now that’s not a nice way to talk to anyone, let alone a nun.”

Emma’s eyes grow wide with shock but that shock quickly is replaced by fear.  She recognizes the voice.

“Ki…Kim…Kimberly?”

She hears further rustling, this time from behind.  She turns around to face those bushes and happens to notice a raccoon exiting.  Emma slowly backs away.

“Kimberly?  Is that you, my dear child?”

Suddenly, without any warning, Emma is speared to the ground by a charging Kimberly Williams.

“I am NOT your child!”

Emma wraps her hands around Emma’s throat and squeezes as tight and hard as she can as she attempts to choke the life out of this woman who raised her for eighteen years.

“You are not my mother! You are not my mother! You are not my mother! You are not my mother! You are not my mother! You are not my mother!”

Finally Emma is able to pry Kimberly’s hands away from her throat and then she kicks her off.  Emma scrambles to her feet as does Kim.  Kim charges but Emma ducks out of the way and Kim hits face first into the side of a tree.

“Kimberly!  Please, Kimberly!  I do not want to fight you!”

Kim regains her composure and turns to face Emma.  Kim charges Emma and then takes her down with a double leg take down.  Kim mounts Emma and pours on the right hands.

“You’d better fight back or I kill you right here and right now!”

Emma struggles until she manages to turn Kimberly over.  Emma then pounds away on Kimberly’s face with rights and lefts.  Finally it seems as if Kim goes limp and Emma then gets up off of her.  She sighs as she looks down at her own hands and notices the blood, the blood of Kimberly Williams on her hands.

“My daughter, you made me shed your blood.”

Emma watches as Kimberly pushes herself up onto her knees.  Emma rushes over and kicks her in the ribcage.

“Please, child, stay down!”

Kimberly pushes herself up again.  Emma shakes her head as she goes for another kick but Kimberly catches foot, trips her up, and then twists on the ankle as hard as she can.

“I am NOT your daughter!”

“AAARRRGH!”

Emma kicks Kimberly in the face, breaking up the ankle lock.  Emma scrambles her way back up to her feet.  Emma is limping as she tries to get away from Kimberly.  She doesn’t get far.  Williams reaches into her boot and produces two knives.  She rears back, takes aim, and hurls it as hard as she can.  She just barely misses but Emma is slowed up as she takes note of what Kimberly is doing.

“My God…”

Kimberly laughs nastily, in an almost evil tone.

“You taught me how to expertly throw these…Emma…”

Emma turns to run away.  Kim throws the second knife and this time it hits its target…the ankle Kim was working on earlier.  Emma shrieks in pain as she falls down to her knees.  Kimberly quickly runs over as Emma reaches down and takes the knife out of her ankle.  Emma can’t get up off the ground before Kimberly kicks her in the side of the head.  Kimberly gazes down at her fallen former guardian and snickers.

“The great Emma Storm, fallen, beaten.”

Kimberly drops down and turns Emma over onto her back.  Kimberly straddles her and then gazes deep into her eyes.

“How does it feel, Emma?   Are you in much pain?”

“My ankle.  You could’ve killed me but…my ankle…”

Kimberly nods her head.

“Yeah, I hit your ankle.  That was intentional, by the way.  I could’ve hit your throat and spilled your blood all over this park and made a really big mess with your insides.”

She slaps Emma across her face.

“But I don’t want to kill you.  I want you alive.”

“Wha…what for?”

“Oh I don’t know yet.  Primarily entertainment purposes, I think.”

“Entertainment?”

“Yeah, entertainment.”

Kimberly stands up and grins.

“I’m kinda like a dog chasing a car.  I never know what I’ll actually do if I catch the car.”

Kimberly points down at Emma.

“So consider yourself a BMW!  Now that I caught you, who knows what I’ll do with you?  But I can promise you one thing, it’ll be a blast; for me anyway!”

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THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS A PAID ADVERTISEMENT FROM #GINGERNATION AND DO NOT REFLECT THE VIEWS AND/OR OPINIONS OF DOUCHEBAG HELMS, DOUCHEBAG BRYANT, OR THE UWA (although they kind of should, because we’re that awesome)

Our scene rises in shades of red. We see Kimberly Williams standing in front of a red hued UWA logo backdrop.  The UWA World Tag Team Championship belt is draped across her right shoulder.

“ Hi there, everyone!  You should know by now that I am Kimberly Williams and unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past few weeks, or unless you’re blind, then you’ll note that the #GingerNation still  is in possession of the UWA World Tag Team Championship.”

She pats the title belt with her free hand.

“I guess technically you could say it’s mine because I’ve been defending it with my girl Sophie for so long while you bozos were busy cheering me, thinking I was Marie, but truthfully I’m just holding onto this for Marie.  She earned this championship and besides, these gold straps are her thing.  I could give a damn less.”

Kimberly drops it to the ground.  Kimberly then spits on it.

“Now that I have taken care of that, you may be asking me what I do care about.  If I don’t give two shits about championships, why am I in here?  Is it just because of my sister?”

She shakes her head.

“No, I’m not doing this just for Marie.  She’s only part of the reason why I’m doing this.  I was trained to be a lethal weapon…and I don’t mean St. Nicholas Harris either…”

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a few quarters and nickels and throws them at the camera.

“That’s for the copyright infringement, Nicky!  Sorry!  My bad!”

She smirks.

“Anyway, I was designed to be a deadly weapon but my skills haven’t been fully on display.  I mean, yeah, you’ve seen that I can fool you idiots into believing I want you to believe.  I can write whatever script I want and you’ll buy it hook line and sinker.  You already saw how I bring sexy back to the UWA’s floundering tag team division.”

She shakes her head.

“Sorry Niles and Corey, but you got NOTHING on the #GingerNation.”

She laughs.

“But very few individuals actually know what I am truly capable of.  My sister Marie being one of them, and of course there’s my good ol’ Tribulation pal Dazz!”

She waves playfully at the camera.

“Hi, Dazzy!”

She winks.

“But outside of Dazzy-poo and Marie, no one knew who I was.  Up until the #GingerHoax I was a nobody and even now I’m still just Marie’s twin sister.  But I now have an opportunity to change all of that.  I have an opportunity to make damn sure that all of you cretins remember the name Kimberly Williams and that opportunity comes at The Icon Memorial Tournament.”

She holds up three fingers on one hand and two fingers on the other.

“We have thirty two competitors all fighting in a tournament lasting three days, with the winner receiving what exactly?  Five hundred thousand dollars in cash?”

She rolls her eyes.

“I don’t need it and I don’t want it.  Oh but the winner also gets a brand new car!”

She shakes her head.

“Again, I don’t want a new car.  Believe it or not, I am not a material girl!  Oh but the winner also receives a shot at the UWA World Championship.  Surely I care about that, right?”

She laughs and shakes her head.

“Not exactly.  Marie wants the championship, not me, so if I win this whole thing, then yeah, I’ll take the title shot, and I’ll kick the champion’s ass and take the title.  But then I’ll grant Marie a title shot and do for her what Regan Street does for Douchebag Helms every night….I’m gonna lie down for Marie and just like Regan and Douchebag Helms’s love life, it’ll last all just over three seconds and Marie will be new champ!  In other words, I do not want nor do I need the UWA World Championship, but I will give it to Marie if I were to win it.”

She smirks.

“So you may be asking yourself, what do I want out of The Icon Memorial Tournament?”

She pats herself on the chest.

“This is about me and the sheer joy I get out of inflicting pain on others, this is about entertaining myself with the destruction of anyone and everyone who gets in my way, and most importantly this is about making you baboons remember who the hell I am.”

She growls angrily.

“I am Kimberly Williams, The Woman Scorned.  I am a daughter of Angelica Jones but I don’t need the damn Jones name to get me through this tournament.  I survived most of my adult life so far without even knowing about Marie and my mother.  I had to fight and claw through the darkness of society.  I had to duel with the evil that rules this world.”

She smirks knowingly.

“And I survived.  Hell, I didn’t just survive, I thrived.  And I will thrive in this tournament because you had better believe that I have the durability to make it through each and every one of you.”

She points a finger at the camera.

“And I’m going to start with my mommy’s twitter bestie Tina Valentina Madison, the sweet little hood rat who thinks she can make her great big comeback in this tournament honoring  Orlando Cruze.”

She shakes her head.

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble…actually, no, I’m NOT sorry to burst your bubble.  I’m going to burst your bubble and the bubble of every other fucknut listening right now.  Orlando Cruze was a legend and contributed a great deal to this industry, there is no denying that, but if you think for a moment that I’m in this for his memory then you are sorely mistaken.  I’m in it for me and for no one else.  And if YOU, Tina, think that you can make a glorious, grand comeback here in this tournament like some slutty ghetto Cinderella then you are also delusional.”

She laughs.

“In fact, I’d like to go ahead and take this time to apologize…”

She nods her head.

“…that’s right, believe it or not I, Kimberly Williams, am capable of apologizing and feeling emotions such as remorse.  So yeah, I am apologizing ahead of time to my mother for crippling your twitter bestie and ending her career…permanently this time…because I am Kimberly Williams and you, and everyone else in this tournament, will be nothing…”

She winks at the camera.

“…nothing but Scorned.”